From Writer's Block To Writing As Therapy

Several times over the last couple of weeks I have sat down here to write. I knew I had something to say (even knew the title I would use) but when I sat down to write, no words came. It is so frustrating to know you have something potentially profound to say and then not be able to find any words. It seems impossible. How can I have so much to say and then not be able to spit it out? I don't know if what I say makes any difference at all but I know that it is cheap (free!) therapy for me. And if you know me, you know I love a good bargain. ;)  If I were to give one piece of advice to someone stressed or struggling, it would be to journal. It doesn't have to be in a proper bound journal. It doesn't even have to be on paper anymore. For me, without the outlet of my pen, words and thoughts become the enemy. They churn and fester, worming their way into my soul, rotting me from the inside out. When I am distressed or angry, I may write four or five sentences or forty-five pages, but when it's all laid out on paper, I can organize my thoughts and feelings and find at least the tiniest bit of rationality or reason. Once I have poured it all out onto the page, it no longer overwhelms me. It no longer threatens to control me or cause me to act irrationally. I have written scores of letters that will never be read to people who have no idea I ever wrote them. This is because, when I write, it isn't for anyone else. It is for me. Try it and see if it doesn't bring a feeling of release and relief and rest.